fil got me a pair of campers for xmas and gave them to me on christmas eve day but i wanted to exchange them for a different style and size so i went to the piece of shit boutique he bought them from and i was completely fucking ignored so i walked out and called fil and spazzed out and he said go back and find out the return policy etc and so on so i did and i was ignored AGAIN until one frazzly-haired lady smiled at me and asked if i needed help and i said my boyfriend bought me these shoes, they don’t fit and i wanted to know if you have a catalogue i can look at to find something else and she responded with well i dunno i don’t think we can cos campers is a new product for us and then she said in a major attitudey tone of voice BUT IF YOU DON’T MIND I AM WITH TWO CLIENTS RIGHT NOW and then turned two feet away from me to attend to this couple who were trying on shoes and not even requiring her assistance and i just stood there with my 300 dollar shoes in a box in a bag with my mouth agape and even the couple exchanged looks with me thinking WTF!?!
so i called fil and started crying and said this woman was completely fucking rude to me so he’s gonna go back and return the shoes and say that he is never giving them his business ever again nor are any of his friends because she was rude to his girlfriend.
when he bought the shoes this woman was falling all over herself to help him but because i wasn’t dressed in gold lame (lam-ay) whatever-the-fuck and have my lip pierced i am treated like julia roberts in pretty woman.
FUCK!
like bitch yeh you may have some prospective clients over there but i already am one so once you have my money you don’t have to be nice anymore? I HOPE YOUR STORE BURNS TO THE GROUND WITH YOU INSIDE OF IT!
i hope everyone is enjoying their holidays thus far, as for me, i think i have lock-jaw.
anyway, on christmas eve everyone was caroling at alex’s and we secretly plugged in an amp behind tarley and i began singing along and then produced this microphone and out-sang everybody because i am the best. after that i sang insulting on-the-spot rap songs about every single person in attendance. for example:
subaru wrx sti
“i looked on the interent for the car i wanted and i found one in bullet grey and you can see me flying by you on the highway with a tear in my eye.”
that one was about fil. here’s another one about fil;
“my girlfriend is embarassing me because i have low self-esteem.”
each song was accompanied by my excellent keyboard skills.
last nite i made one up at christmas dinner about aids and then gave it a cancer remix follow-up. then i sang about richard,
“i have a pear and im putting on it chocolate gravy, will it make me fat? i dunno, MAYBE!”
like finally she isn’t a whiny prat like in her reality show and not crying over that douchebag boy, i also think that jessica and nick splitting is having a positive influence on ashlee. i also like that she is trying to be like clockwork orange in the video and her hair is fucking retarded and mangled. her nose could be less mr. burns though.
the song is catchy and i want to dance like a cougar to it.
i had to discuss stuff with my doctor yesterday about how 9/11 made me crazy and describe what panic attacks feel like and how they occur for me personally. about once a week i’ll be out somewhere doing my thing and i’ll overhear a conversation or a song lyric, see something on television and then my whole body tingles and i feel sheer panic and it lasts a couple of minutes then goes away. whatever it is that sets me off i will interpret it to be some kind of meaning meant specifically for me to overhear or witness, like a sign and then i’ll think i am in danger and really it is fucking terrifying and there’s nothing i can do about it, i mean, preventitive. it’s like a part of my brain is permanently damaged now due to post traumatic stress and maybe a lot of drugs.
so yeah, i’m a lot better at handling it but sometimes randomly depending on my mood or situation i am in, some friggin’ song will be playing that i heard when i was in a psychosis state way back when and i’ll get the heebie-jeebies all over again.
my heart will pound and pound and i’ll sweat a lot and feel faint and flush and then everyone around me is against me or trying to tell me something and i can’t figure it out.
so in this sense yeah i guess i am kuh-razy. it’s pretty much why i started drinking heavily, if i polluted my brain it wouldn’t be able to function manically and make connections and theories about nothing. i know it sounds stupid but in the beginning when i started drinking up again i never felt so safe, like the monsters couldn’t get at me cos i wasn’t able to think about them and i could be left alone
last nite i was in meika’s new apartment and from her balcony i could see the entire city and down below were two fat kids and their father and the kids were being mean to this mom and dad rabbit and their baby rabbit so i sceamed at them from the balcony and they started throwing rocks at me and one hit me in the throat so i jumped off the building and went over to the father and demanded that he call his kids over so i could yell at them some more then they came over and i tore the one kid’s wig off his head and threw it down the valley and screamed in his face then punched him several times in the face and yelled YOU ARE A FAT PIECE OF SHITLOSER KID WHO WILL NEVER EVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING then i threw rocks at him and screamed SEE THERE HOW DO YOU LIKE IT!??!!?
then fil peddled by on a bicycle with gwen stefani and she fell off and landed on her face on some gravel.
